7.18.2012

We had a nice long trip vacationing in California. We took the kids to Legoland, then planted ourselves on the beach for a week. And even though we were gone for twelve days, it just wasn't long enough... but then again, when is vacation ever long enough?

And so, I'm back. Back to reality.

Only four hours after we pull into the driveway and tuck the boys into bed, Mr. Noah barges into our room declaring, "I'm siiiiiiiiiiick." Fast forward one day and little Max wakes up with a fever.

Like any good little cult member, I have recruited my sister, Abby for CrossFit. Now, I know she is an athlete. She practices hot yoga regularly and has run the Malibu Half Marathon. But I discovered something more to her this week. My baby sister is a freaking haus.

She had never touched a barbell in her life, yet totally schooled me maxing out at 93 pounds for her push press on day three. Meanwhile, I have been weightlifting since high school, yet maxed out at only 83 pounds. Like I said, she's a haus!

Abb and Mom made a haul to our itty bitty Lululemon Showroom (*We need a proper store here, Lulu!) and picked up these cute tanks for us. The way I see it, if we are going to get ridiculously sweaty, we might as well look hot.

6.26.2012

I'm wondering where those Lazy Days of Summer went. It started out lazy. Waking up in the 8 or even 9 o'clock hour. Lounging in our PJ's all day. Running through the sprinkler in the afternoon. Hotdogs on the patio for supper.

But somehow lazy has turned into crazy. Between camp in the mornings, CrossFit in the evenings, and who knows what in between, my date book is getting way too much action for Summer Vacation.

But I'm dedicated to getting back to lazy and simplifying things, starting with my outfit. A breezy tank and shorts. Simple as that.

6.21.2012

I spent the Summer between college graduation and grad school as a camp counselor at an all girls camp in New Hampshire. It was the typical camp experience with archery, campfire songs, Color Wars, pilfering the campers' candy stash. You know, campy stuff.

It was a really memorable Summer and I would love to give my kids that traditional New England camp experience someday. But for now we'll stick to the little day camp right down the street. There may not be canoeing or campouts, but even cooler there is Lego Robotics class and Jr. Ninja Warrior Obstacle Course Mania.

6.19.2012

How sweet of my my mom to invite me to her Book Club. Today's discussion: Fifty Shades of Grey.

Yikes.

You heard right... my good-Catholic-girl, church-every-Sunday mom GAVE ME the books to read! I kinda wanted to read it to see what all the hype was about. I like to know what's going on in pop culture. And who wouldn't say, "no" to this year's salacious Summer read. However, frankly, I would re-name it Fifty Shades of Overrated.

Feeling really good about how my arms are looking after only eight CrossFit classes.

It might just be the angle. It might just be the Instagram filter.

But considering I've done literally close to 500 push-ups in the past two weeks,

I'm going to say, "Yay me!"

Went out for date night with my fella this weekend. After dinner we stopped by the pub for a pint... and played with our iPhones. Hopeless romantics.

I decided to pair white on white and highlight my new favorite necklace. Of course I wanted Italian food and didn't think to throw my Tide to go stick in my purse. Yikes. But I am happy to report my outfit escaped unscathed.

Someone told me to own my blog voice, and quit all the self-deprecating talk. And by someone, I mean my sister. She might be my baby sister, but she's awesome at kicking my emotional ass sometimes.

I guess my sarcasm doesn't translate well via blog. I would definitely characterize myself as a pretty confident person. Some even might go as far as calling me a "know-it-all." And by some, I mean my best friend. When we first met at cheerleading clinics way back in 1998, I did not make a good first impression. Well, the jokes on him. He ended up marrying this little smarty pants.

My mom tells me I have a chip on my shoulder that I need to keep in check. True. I can be obnoxious, and unapologetic at that. But my confidence has been a source of some amazing accomplishments in my life. So sometimes it's good to toot your own horn.

But I'm fully aware of the fine line between self assurance and being full of oneself. Confidence can quickly turn into cockiness. But on the other hand, humility can also lead to devaluing oneself. And meekness is never in style.